Changed Man

by Roy Glenn

  “You could have tried knocking,” I said as I lifted my head, but only a little.

  “I was knocking and calling your name when she walked up on me.”

  “And it couldn’t wait until you saw me?”

  My head hurt so I rested it back on the table and was thankful that it was cool.

  “No, Mike, it couldn’t. I have the meeting with Crenshaw this afternoon to buy the laundromats.”

  “I thought that was tomorrow?”

  “No, Mike, it’s today. So hold your head up and sign these papers and then I have some things I want to talk to you about.”

  “Mike, are you coming back to bed?” A soft voice called out. I opened my eyes enough to see that one of the women had come out of the room naked. “Or is she gonna join us?” She said, and her hand eased between her thighs.

  “You know what, fuck this,” I heard Wanda say.

  When she stood up, I knew what was getting ready to happen, but I didn’t stop her because it was time for them to go anyway. I sat up and watched Wanda walk quickly toward the bedroom; she stopped in front of the woman and got in her face.

  “Get your shit and get the fuck out.”

  “What?”

  Wanda pushed her in the room. “I said, get your shit and get the fuck out!” Then she went in the room. “Okay, ladies!” Wanda clapped her hands and they began to stir. “The party is over and it’s time for y’all to get your shit and get the fuck out of here!”

  “Who the fuck are you, bitch?” the one on the floor asked.

  Wanda stepped up quickly and kicked her in the ass.

  “I’m the bitch that just kicked you in the ass and told you to get your shit and get the fuck out.” Wanda kicked her in the ass again. “Now get your skank ass up and get the fuck outta here!” Wanda shouted and came out of the room. “And you, get your ass up and get your ass in the shower so we can talk about our business!”

  I stood up laughing. “Yes, mommy.”

  “I keep telling you, I ain’t Emily,” she said and hit me in the ass as I passed. “If I were, I woulda beat your ass a long time ago,” Wanda said as she followed me to the bedroom.

  “Good bye, ladies. I hope it was fun,” I said on my way to the bathroom since I didn’t remember whether it was or not.

  When I came out, the women were gone, and Wanda had ordered room service for me. I sat down to two eggs, hash browns, bacon, sausage, toast and coffee.

  “Are you with me now?”

  “Yeah, Wanda, I’m with you,” I said and poured the coffee.

  “Sign this before you start eating, please,” Wanda said and handed me a pen. I signed the documents and picked up my fork.

  “I wanted to talk to you about buying another business.”

  “Another one?”

  “We have a bigger taste now than we used to and business is good. That means more money to clean.”

  “What did you have in mind?”

  “Vending machines.”

  I thought about it for a second or two while I chewed. “I like that. We got enough places to keep them in and we can muscle our way into more,” I said and shoveled some hash browns in my mouth. “You got somebody you’re looking at, or you talking about starting a new company?”

  “Which ever presents the best opportunity for us. But we have to expand our legitimate businesses as we expand the criminal.”

  “I know, I know; makes everything all pretty on the tax returns.” I took a sip of my coffee. “There’s something I want you to look into for us.”

  “What’s that?”

  “ATMs.”

  “ATMs?”

  “It’s a perfect fit to a vending machine company. Something Angee put me on to,” I said and took a bite of bacon. I could tell by the look on her face that Wanda was puzzled at first, but then she got it.

  “We fill the machines up with money, people take the money out and their bank sends us back clean cash.”

  “And once that money is clean, we keep it clean. Then you can start investing in shit like you talked about, right?”

  “Right. I am so glad you get it and I wish you would explain it to Bobby.”

  “Bobby understands, he just likes fuckin’ with you, Wanda, you know that.”

  “Yeah, I know. He just gets on my nerves sometimes.” Wanda held up her hand. “Which is why he does it, I know.”

  “Glad I didn’t have to say it,” I mumbled with a mouthful of eggs.

  “You got anything to do today?”

  “No, why?”

  “You should come to meet Crenshaw with me. Start taking an active role in the legit side of our business.”

  I sat back and wiped my mouth. “Since I find myself surprisingly free, sure, I’ll go with you.”

  “Surprisingly free? What is that supposed to mean?”

  “It means I’m on vacation.”

  “Okay. What’s that supposed to mean?”

  “It means Andre gave me some time off to get my head together,” I said.

  Wanda laughed a nervous laugh. “What brought that on?” she paused. “Never mind, I heard you have been on a little killing spree.”

  “He said I was bringing too much heat on him, so I need to get out of the city for a while. Go to L.A., Miami, Vegas or someplace like that.”

  “So, where you going?”

  “I ain’t goin’ no damn where. What the fuck am I gonna do in Vegas that I can’t do right here in the city?”

  “Then go to the islands.”

  “Naa.”

  “Why not? You aren’t afraid to fly, are you?”

  “I never been on a plane before.”

  “I know, that’s why I’m asking.”

  “No, I ain’t scared.”

  “Then go to Jamaica or better yet, go to St. Vincent.”

  “St. Vincent?”

  Wanda laughed. “Maybe you can find your long-lost daddy.”

  “Fuck you, Wanda.”

  Chapter Nine

  Well, I decided to take Wanda’s advice and at the same time, not take Wanda’s advice. So here I am in the islands. But I didn’t go to St Vincent. I was about to exit the plane at Lynden Pindling International Airport in The Bahamas.

  And no, I am not afraid of flying; I actually enjoyed the flight and the company. Sitting next to me was a caramel brown skinned beauty named Cortisha Walker. She was a research chemist, who was traveling from Manchester, England to Nassau to visit her parents. Cortisha talked just about the entire flight, but it was cool because she had the sexiest accent.

  She promised to ‘pop ’round’ and show me the real Nassau.

  I walked through the airport trying to think of the last time I went anywhere without a gun, but couldn’t. As I continued through the airport, I was repeatedly approached by men that wanted to know if I needed some weed, which I would, a gang of it, but I wasn’t about to get it from any of these guys.

  When I got outside, I stopped and took a deep breath. I had never breathed clean air before and it was a different experience. But I couldn’t really enjoy it because once again, I was set upon by men. This time they wanted to know if I needed a cab. Wanda had booked me a luxury beachfront suite at The Cove, so I definitely needed one, but all of them seemed too anxious. It was then that I spotted my driver. He was leaning against the last car in line, wearing sunglasses and looking unconcerned by it all. I walked past the other drivers and their cars and leaned against the car next to him.

  “I want to book you and your car while I’m here.”

  “It’s a hundred and fifty per day plus expenses. Where are you staying?”

  “The Cove.”

  “How long you gon’ be here?”

  “I haven’t decided yet. May be a week, may be longer.”

  That raised an eyebrow on him. “My name is Super.”

  “Mike Black.”

  “You have luggage, Mr. Black?” Super asked and I handed him my claim tickets. “You get in me car and be cool. I will run go fetch yo
ur luggage.”

  Once Super returned with my luggage, he got in and we left the airport. On the way to my hotel, he told me that I should call thirty minutes before I needed to leave, and he will be there to pick me up. Then he asked me if there was anything else that I needed.

  “I’m gonna need a gang of buddha.”

  “No problem,” he said, and we drove to pick it up and then he dropped me at my hotel. I was hungry once I got settled in my suite, so I had the concierge make dinner reservations for me at Café Martinique, one of the hotel’s restaurants. I sat at a table by the rail that hugged the shoreline.

  While I was eating, my server, a woman who was in her late forties, early fifties if I had to guess, first introduced herself as Agnes and then she made repeated trips to my table and each time she came, she had questions. Of course, it started out with; “What is your name?”

  “I’m Mike Black.”

  “And where are you from, Mr. Black?”

  “I’m from New York, the Bronx to be exact.”

  “Is this your first time in Nassau?”

  “Yes.” I smiled. “In fact, this is my first time out of the country.”

  “Well welcome to Nassau.” She refilled my water glass. “Are you here on business or is this a pleasure trip?”

  “Strictly a pleasure trip.”

  “Come to get away from it all?”

  “Yes. I was killing too many people at work,” I said and laughed at my truth.

  “Well you come to the right place to relax and get away from all the stresses of work.” She laughed a little and then she paused before saying. “I’ll be back soon to check on you.”

  She was true to her word, because it wasn’t too long before she was back to see if I wanted dessert. Once I told her that I wasn’t interested in dessert, the questions began again.

  “You down here by yourself, or is your wife or girlfriend going to join you later?” she asked, and I just looked at her.

  Up until now, it all seemed like her just liking to talk to her guests, but now I got the feeling that she was trying to pick me up. Agnes wasn’t a bad looking woman, but she was old enough to be my mother.

  “No. I’m here alone and I’m not expecting anybody.”

  Agnes laughed. “I bet you’re sitting there thinking, is this woman trying to come on to me?”

  “The thought had crossed my mind.”

  “Well, I am not. However, one of my colleagues, it is she who have me carry these questions to you.”

  “Oh, really?”

  “Yes, mon.”

  “Which one?”

  “She be mad if I tell you.”

  “You know that it is she who should come ask for herself. Not have you run come carry message for she.”

  “This is what I tell she. But she shy.”

  “I like shy.”

  I looked around at the women who were working, and my eyes settled on the one who was looking straight at me. She was tall and fine. Once our eyes met, she quickly turned away and rushed back in the kitchen and gave me a nice view of that ass.

  “I tell you what you do, ask her if she would bring me a glass of Remy Martin, neat, and then she can ask whatever else she wish.”

  “I will do just that,” Agnes said and left the table.

  I finished the rest of my meal and was enjoying the sounds, the smell and the view, thinking that I could get used to this when I was caught off guard by a soft female voice.

  “Your cocktail, Mr. Black.”

  I turned and looked up to see her standing there and I have to say that she rivaled the view of the ocean. Her eyes were deep brown as was the complexion of her rich skin. Her long black hair was parted down the middle and pulled back into a ponytail. She was tall, and her waistline was small, which made her chest look delectable in that gray and white uniform dress she was wearing.

  “Thank you.”

  “Is there anything else I can get for you?”

  “You can tell me your name.”

  “My name is Felicia Brown,” she said, dropping her head a little and smiled.

  “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Felicia. Was there anything else that you wanted to ask?”

  She looked up a little. “How long are you staying?”

  “I haven’t decided yet. But while I’m here, maybe you could show me some things.”

  “I’d like that,” she said without making eye contact.

  “I’m in two nineteen. Drop by anytime.”

  “I get off at seven.”

  “Like I said, drop by anytime.”

  Felicia looked up and made eye contact with me. “I’ll see you at seven thirty.”

  “I’ll look forward to it,” I said, and Felicia left the table. It wasn’t long after that when Agnes returned to the table to see if I wanted anything else and to give me my check.

  “Charge it to the room,” I said and signed my name.

  “Enjoy the rest of your evening, Mr. Black,” Agnes said, and I got up from the table.

  “I have a feeling that it’s gonna be a beautiful night,” I said and went to my suite.

  At exactly seven thirty, there was a knock on the door. I got up to answer and there she was. Felicia had changed out of that grey and white uniform dress, and now her curves were busting out of a yellow sundress that came to about mid-thigh.

  “Can I come in?” she all but purred.

  “Of course, you can,” I said, quickly stepping aside to let her in and quickly closing the door behind me.

  Since we both knew why she was there, it took very little negotiation; a few kisses to her neck and her collarbone before her dress was falling off her brown skin and her tits were in my palms. A few licks and flicks later and I was deep inside her. Felicia was so wet and tight; moving her body up and down hard and then jerking in circles. She was riding my dick like the insane cowgirl in heat that you know I fuckin’ love.

  And since I fuckin’ love that shit, I had a vice grip on her hips and I was slamming her body down on my dick like I was trying to split her in half.

  “That’s … it! Fuck … me … harder!” she screamed between thrusts.

  Who was I to deny her?

  We fucked on every piece of furniture, against the wall, on the floor and on the balcony before we made it to the bed. Felicia lay in my arms kissing me passionately and stroking my hard dick. She spread her legs as I slid my hand along her thick thighs. I fingered her fat clit and played with her moist lips. As I stared into Felicia’s sexy eyes, her clit was getting harder under my touch. I felt her body quiver and I watched her head drift back.

  “Let me taste that fat pussy,” I told her and laid on my back.

  “With pleasure,” Felicia said and quickly straddled my face. I inhaled her sweet scent, tongued her lips and sucked on her clit. I tasted her, drank from her ocean until I’d had my fill. I felt Felicia’s body trembling over me; she squirted, screamed and jumped off my face. Then she repositioned herself and slowly slid up and down on my dick again.

  I had a lot of anger and rage to work out and she just liked to fuck, but whatever the case, we fucked until we passed out. I was awakened by the sound of Felicia moving around. I opened my eyes to the sight of her getting dressed to leave. I glanced over at the clock and saw that it was after eleven.

  “Hi,” Felicia said as she slid into her sandals.

  “Hi. Leaving.” It was more of a statement than a question.

  “Yes, I got an early shift in the morning. I gotta be back here at five.”

  “I understand.”

  Felicia came to the bed and crawled to my lips. “I enjoyed you,” she said and tried to tongue me down.

  “I enjoyed you too.”

  “So then, we can get together once again while you are on the island,” Felicia said, and it definitely was not a question. It was her stating her intention to get some more of this dick.

  “Yes.” I bit her bottom lip. “Yes, we definitely can.”

  I got out of bed
and walked her to the door because my mother did raise me to be a gentleman. Then I took a shower, burned one and went back to bed. I had just drifted off to sleep when the phone rang.

  “Hello.”

  “Mike, it’s Cortisha.”

  “Hey, what’s up?”

  “Sounds like I woke you.”

  “Yeah, it’s been a long day.”

  “I was in the area and I was going to drop in for a bit.”

  “I’m in bed, but don’t let that stop you. You are more than welcome to drop in and join me.”

  “That’s fine. I’ll see you in a bit then,” Cortisha said and ended the call. I hung up the phone and passed right back out. Next thing I knew, I was awakened by the sound of her tapping on the door.

  “Do you always open the door naked?” Cortisha asked as she walked past me.

  “I did mention that I was in bed, right?”

  “You did.”

  “This is what I wear to bed,” I said. “Can I get you anything?” I offered, because, here again, my mother did raise me to be a gentleman.

  “No,” she smiled. “I am fine.” Her smiled widened as she stepped closer and touched my dick.

  I pointed toward the bedroom. “I’m going back to bed.”

  “I’m right behind you,” she said and followed me in the room. I got back in bed and watched as Cortisha took off her clothes. She wasn’t wearing a bra or panties, so I know that she came to fuck. Under normal circumstances, I would have accommodated her. I mean her tits were big and firm, her nipples were fat and juicy and that ass was round.

  But it really had been a long day and I really was tired. I put in real work fuckin’ Felicia, so I was going to sleep and would get that pussy in the morning.

  My rock-hard dick was screaming, fuck that! Fuck her now and fuck her again in the morning. Cortisha slid between the sheets next to me.

  “Good night,” I said and closed my eyes.

  Cortisha stroked my dick a few times. “See you in the morning,” she said, and then she let it go and rolled over. I wondered whether she was talking to me or my dick, but I resolved myself that I would find out in the morning and went to sleep.

  I wasn’t the least bit surprised to wake up to the sight and sensation of my dick in her mouth in the morning. She slurped on it and sucked it. Cortisha had skills; she wasn’t on Michaella’s level, but very few are. Cortisha ran her tongue over her lips and then sucked the head. Cortisha took me in her mouth again. Up and down, deeper and deeper down her throat, slowly, until she had taken almost all of it in her mouth.